Camael shook her head. "No. That can't be. I don't remember who you are - were, I mean." She shook her head again, denying what Abaddon was telling her. It was impossible. Angels fell, yes, and when they did, she was usually tasked with dealing the final blow - cutting off their wings. But Abaddon... Camael didn't remember him, not when he was an angel nor the moment he fell for temptation. Something didn't feel right, and it made Camael's stomach twist in ways she didn't like.

She took a step back from him. Angels fell, and in their hatred they sometimes took others down with them. Angels fell to temptation and never came back. Ever. Camael was determined to not be one of them.